Prospect 2:

Analyze my own matter from above

Blacked out eyes in an existence overgrown

Never fall back down

Trapped in myself



Sold my hands

Envy them

Can't find the one



I slowly start to cut pieces of flesh from my body

Dig in and dissect

Collecting examples of what the outside world sees

Under it all

I know the devastation I have caused

Upon myself and this world



Speak to me freely

I am listening